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I am being dragged into art forms I had previously not engaged with well; happening to me on Julie's blog again.
ReplyDeleteI often have trouble reading poetry. I read this twice! It seemed to be in two parts; the lovers and the dying. The language is fabulous.
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Lauren
Thanks for your observation Lauren. *UNDARK*will be the title of my next body of poetic prose. The title is taken from the name of a radioactive, glow in the dark paint which was applied to clock faces. Thousands of girls between the ages of 18-25 were employed to work in the 1920s with this dangerous substance and consequently suffered from Aplastic anemia, broken bones, tooth loss and necrosis of the jaw - many died as a result. This poem is my immediate response, more pieces will follow, but they may not necessarily find their way onto this blog. I am hoping to produce a small edition of the work by July this year that uses the word *Undark* as a jumping off point to other thoughts.
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